Voices in boxes. Sentence is a box. Lift the lid. Lift the lid and read. Letters jumbled within, words Hurled in, peering at you From the dark within. Jumping In your face. You read. Tiny needles, prickling; Icy crystals, like volley. Sentence is a box. Letters in layers. Words Collected. Lift the lid And read. Caressing, Soft summer rain words Unfolding in your mind. Eye excavations. Sentence is a box. I gave it to you.
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